As I sit back to reflect on my life this time of the year, I can’t help but recall how God miraculously saved my father from death in 2017.
It was thick darkness. A man I barely recognized was dragging a piece of material with my father. They both pulled this thing for what seemed like forever. Fidgeting, I watched this struggle occur besides a gaping hole that this man was ferociously trying to push one of my siblings into. I Shriveled in fear at what might happen to my father. My feet were glued to the ground as the chills ran down my spine, and… behold, I opened my eyes. Ah! It was all a dream.
In real life, though, my dad had been involved in an age-long controversy over some land with some of his kin. I understood from the dream that what I had seen was related to that controversy. I woke up knowing that something terrible might happen. I called my father and asked him about the land. I asked him to please make peace, and resolve the issue.
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More Death Dreams
Some months passed, and again, I had another dream: my dad died, and my mom was in deep grief. Seeing how critical this is getting, I Immediately called my five sisters. We agreed to pray and fast for my dad. I did not want to frighten my dad with my dreams, so I told him to be prayerful and careful. My sisters and I fasted, prayed, and believed that God had heard us.
Yet again, I had another horrible dream. This time around, my mum and dad were out of town. In guarding my parent’s house, a wise elder in my hometown sent his son to give me a message. The message says, “ Inform your father to set his home in order for he is going to die”. I woke up soaked in perspiration. I was in utter despair and confusion, and my mind was spinning with a million and one questions.
More Death Dreams
Some months passed, and again, I had another dream: my dad died, and my mom was in deep grief. Seeing how critical this is getting, I Immediately called my five sisters. We agreed to pray and fast for my dad. I did not want to frighten my dad with my dreams, so I told him to be prayerful and careful. My sisters and I fasted, prayed, and believed that God had heard us.
Yet again, I had another horrible dream. This time around, my mum and dad were out of town. In guarding my parent’s house, a wise elder in my hometown sent his son to give me a message. The message says, “ Inform your father to set his home in order for he is going to die”. I woke up soaked in perspiration. I was in utter despair and confusion, and my mind was spinning with a million and one questions.
Dead in 7 days.
To add a cup of glaze over the confusion, my younger sister called me a couple of weeks later. In a frantic tone, she cascaded a gloomy prophecy she heard. “My husband went to his hometown,” she narrated, “ And decided to visit his longtime friend, a man of God. The man (of God) vividly described our father, his family, and the recent occurrences in our family.” He said that my dad had recently lost his brother and was burying him ( which was accurate). He now said that my father’s life was in danger. That some close relative wanted him dead. He added that my dad was going to die in seven days if we did nothing. This man instructed that my father should bring some soil from the family home and come to see him for prayers. These words were swirling through my head at lightning speed. “Oh, not again.” I groaned.
A Prophesy From God?
Totally freaking out! my sister persuaded me that we needed to act urgently. “ Dad must go see this prophet immediately, along with everything he requested,” she beckoned.
At first, I tried to dismiss the idea as a lie from the pit of hell, but I was stunned by the degree of accuracy of his description of recent events. “Is this truly from God? But why should we bring some soil from the family home? Should my father go see him?” I had zillion questions.
But at that moment, I remembered something the late John Paul Jackson once said: “ Peace is the potting soil for revelation.” Trying to make sense of what I heard. Just then, as in a whisper, I heard in my spirit, “ Familiar Spirits.” Familiar spirits? What on earth could they be?
Plunging to Google, I searched for familiar spirits. I found an article online that talked about familiar spirits in the church. The writer of that post went on to say that many prophetic voices in the church are disguised voices of the enemy. That gave me temporary relief.
Meanwhile, at my house, there was so much clamor about going to see this man of God. My sisters were on my neck to approve of this dangerous escapade. In fact, even my dad was fearfully preparing to go see this prophet. There was an urgent need for us to act, but deep within me, I felt this fear wasn’t from God.
Friend Asks Thought-Provoking Questions
Feeling hedged in, I asked God, “ What do you want me to do?” We have prayed. We have fasted. Do we have to go to this prophet? But you also hear our prayers. Besides, you said, “Whatever is not from faith is sin” (Romans 14:23).
In my turmoil, I asked my precious friend what she thought. I will never forget it! She asked me about my deep convictions. Her many thought-provoking questions dug up my staunch beliefs about consulting said people to find answers (yes, I believe God gives instructions to his servants about issues, but for some unknown reasons, I couldn’t get myself into agreeing with this prophet’s instructions).
But this phrase from my friend was the last straw that kept me resolute in my decision. “ Maybe God is testing you to see how convinced you are of your conviction”
Hearing that response and seeing the hideous crimes many so-called prophets have rained on families, I was being careful to fall into error. I wanted God’s will at all costs. With a fast again, I turned my face to the wall like King Hezekiah (2 Kings 20:1-11) and pleaded with the Lord for mercy.
I repented a million times for my father and asked the Lord to spare his life. However, he may have deserved death. I promised God, I would publish this story if he spared my father’s life. After much deliberation and praying, I instructed my father to go nowhere but only to fix his eyes on God.
Dear friends, It’s been over a year, and my father is very well and alive. Hallelujah!
Glory, Glory to God!
This is my Testimony. Hallelujah!
Lessons Learned from My Father’s Rescue Story
1. Yes, we may be ignorant about some things, but I realized God honors our faith when we apply His Words we already know, especially when we are desperately wanting to please Him.
2. We cannot overemphasize the importance of godly counsel in the grey areas of our lives; we are blessed to seek godly counsel from seasoned saints who we know to walk with the Lord. (Psalm 1:1)
3. Sometimes God does not answer yes, or no; he expects us to use the scriptures we know to discern His will for our situation
4. Fear is never from God. God may send a warning dream, but the interpretation, declaration, and application of the word may be subject to human error if we do not carefully compare it against the ways of God.
5. There are prophets, and there are “prophets”. How do we know which is which?
“My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me according to John 10:27-28. Diligently training ourselves in the word helps us recognize when an outlier is speaking.
6. In troubled times, we must set our minds on the Prince of Peace to receive revelation. The word: “He keeps in Perfect Peace whose mind is stayed on Him” — (Isaiah 26:3) was one scripture I held tightly unto during this fierce windstorm.
I am forever grateful to our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ!
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What a powerful testimony! Our culture is based on fear and focused on “men of God”. While there is a place for them, we have direct access to God like they do too.
You are right Wura, yes God has given all His children direct access to Himself. Thank you so much for reading.